Chapter 43 Rhett
I knew I was going to ask her before I actually did it. I didn’t overthink it or plan it out. It had been building all week—the way she looked at me and then didn’t, the way she kept answering everything with “I’m fine” like it meant something different every time she said it. The way she didn’t pull away, even when she probably should have. I gave her space. Didn’t push. Didn’t corner her again. But I didn’t back off either. There’s a difference. By Friday, it wasn’t something I could ignore anymore. So I didn’t. I picked up my phone and typed before I could second guess it. You busy tonight? Her answer didn’t come right away. That didn’t surprise me. Then— Depends. A small smirk pulled at the corner of my mouth. Come out with me. Simple. Straight to it. No room to overthink. There
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